Bo woke up to loud creaks above her head. Heavy movements were causing dust particles to float in front of her. It took Bo a few seconds to realize that light was coming through slats in the ceiling. She stared at the moving dust until blurriness took over and she fell back into darkness.
Her arm was shaking and she didn't know why. Bo opened her eyes and a blurry form was saying words she couldn't understand. She placidly wondered why all the shaking and talking was happening. "I was supposed to stay out of trouble," Bo mumbled dreamily.
"What in the hell did they give you?"
The angry woman's voice sung to Bo's heart. "You must be a siren," Bo proclaimed, searching the blurriness with squinted eyes. She wanted to explain to the angry siren that this wasn't supposed to happen. "Trouble. I was not suppo—"
"Shit," was all Bo heard before she was lifted up from the floor and placed over the woman's shoulder. The smell of cedar oil and leather flooded Bo's senses, causing goose bumps over her whole body. She wanted the feeling to last forever, but sleep found her once again.
When Bo opened her eyes, she was on her side under soft, warm blankets. She saw Tamsin's sleeping face only inches across from her. Bo couldn't help but stare in awe at Tamsin. Looking at her mouth, and then the locks of golden hair that fell across Tamsin's cheek, Bo relished the simple freedom of gazing at her ranger. She felt the familiar jolt of energy; the feeling she had the first time she realized her attraction to Tamsin. It flushed her cheeks once again.
Then as if Tamsin could feel Bo's eyes on her, she jolted awake and sat up quickly.
Bo reached out for the ranger's arm. "Tamsin, don't go quite yet." Tamsin stared at Bo's hand, so she reluctantly moved it.
Tamsin sighed, looking at Bo intently. "You were a mess, Bo. Where were you when they picked you up? What happened?"
"I was in my room. I heard a knock on the door. When I answered it, there were two men. Then—"
"They knocked you out and took you to that cellar." Tamsin rolled her eyes. "Predictable."
"I wouldn't know. I haven't been exposed that particular kind of behavior before, or that kind of drug." Bo rubbed her forehead.
Tamsin laughed at Bo. She was smiling and it made Bo smile too.
Looking more comfortable now, Tamsin leaned back. "They must have used some sort of mushroom on you." Tamsin narrowed her eyes at Bo. "You look a little red. Do you have a fever?" Tamsin placed the back of her hand on Bo's forehead.
Embarrassed, Bo tried not to flinch at the sudden contact. "I feel fine."
"Do you remember anything?"
"Not much. But I do remember when I first heard your voice my heart felt—," Bo put her hand over her chest at the recollection. "I felt full. I thought you must be a —"
Bo stopped at Tamsin's sudden pulling of the covers. The ranger jumped off the bed. As Bo watched Tamsin walk away, she took in her surroundings. It was a large one-roomed cabin, rustic yet cozy. "What are you up to?" Bo asked, trying to sound casual.
"Making coffee," Tamsin said flatly, already almost to the kitchen.
Bo chided herself for bringing up the subject of her feelings towards Tamsin. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable again. I guess I wasn't thinking."
Tamsin looked up from the kettle with a conflicted expression. "Do you want a cup?" She asked.
Bo looked into her ranger's eyes. It seemed that they held a world of feelings behind them. But Bo sensed, even after all their time together, that she still couldn't ask what those feelings were. So, instead she just said, "Yes."